To know you are one with totality,
Seems so simple, so freeing, so real,
Yet so many cling to this belief or that,
As if their clutching complexity and strife,
Is so much more important, than simply being.
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To own your birthright, you become less and less entwined,
In the distracting narrowness, the limitations of self-absorption.
You intuitively fathom expansiveness, in every moment possible.
It is the end of paradigms emerging from any mythology.
It is the ever-timeless realization of the eternal.
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There is nothing to become, nothing to prove.
There is no description precise enough,
To express what you truly are.
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You do not exist in the way you think.
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The colluding dreamtime of humanity,
Conditions each of us to pretend something,
No other manifest life form requires of its kind.
It is very arduous to be free of all claims.
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Essential nature is not divisible.
There is only totality, oneness, isness.
Nothing greater, nothing lesser, nothing but.
We are all in reality an indivisible, indelible enigma,
Quantumly dancing center stage, in every form imaginable.
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All the observations and experiments of the sciences,
Explore, measure, and explain only illusion.
The ultimate teaching offered by the rational mind,
Is insight into the confines of dualistic sensory perception.
Scientists must at some point bridge the chasm as irrational mystics,
If they truly seek to comprehend this theater, for what it in reality is, and is not.
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Debate over which philosophical-religious-cultish dogma, speaks for god, for truth,
Is sophomoric and only obscures the possibility of genuine awakening.
It is the time-bound distraction of scholars and priests and undiscerning followers,
Who have little interest in anything more, than the false security of one collusion or another.